"Teacher Zhang, I'm going to try it, okay? I really am." Shen Qi thought, I spent a month writing this paper. Every word is sincere. I can't just tear it up and throw it in the trash.
"Shen Qi, I'm not opposed to you writing papers. High school math is dull to you, and it's right for you to pursue more advanced mathematics. From now until next June, you don't have to come to school if you don't want to. I approve, since you've already been recommended for admission to Yan University's Mathematics Department. I just still don't understand what your real goal is in choosing this Differential Equation problem."
"To provide engineering students with a new approach..."
"If you write your abstract like that, your paper will be rejected without a doubt. I've written papers myself, so you can take my word for it—or not."
"I can revise the abstract. But, Teacher Zhang, take a look at the main text. Do you think my paper has any practical applications?"
The main text was over ten pages long. Zhang Wanbang flipped through it quickly, then said, "I've taken a look. Nothing seems wrong. Leave it with me, and I'll read it more carefully when I have time."
"Teacher Zhang, feel free to make changes directly to my paper. Sorry for the trouble." Shen Qi knew that revising papers wasn't part of Zhang Wanbang's job. Everyone knew what a senior homeroom teacher's actual job was: getting students into college.
The two of them got along well, and Shen Qi had secured the school—and Zhang Wanbang—a spot at Yan University. That meant Shen Qi could do whatever he wanted at school, bully boys and girls alike, anything at all. That was an exaggeration, of course, but it was only natural for him